tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89884955379360670362018-09-17T01:55:43.817-07:00Life, Times and Diary of a Medium (going on Large)Everything happens for a reason. Sharing my experiences of coincidence and synchronicity. Coincidences are the signposts on the journey of our life,whispers from the Universe and signs from Spirit to act as a reminder of spirit presence in our lives.
Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.comBlogger267125LifeOfASpiritWriterhttps://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-13374952538968464372017-03-01T05:47:00.000-08:002017-03-01T05:47:33.331-08:00<div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;">Appreciation and self-love are the most important tools that you could ever nurture. Appreciation of others, and the appreciation of yourself is the closest vibrational match to your Source Energy of anything that we've ever witnessed anywhere in the Universe.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;">---Abraham<br /><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, &quot;times new roman&quot;, times, serif, arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: blue;">Hello Blogger,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I am really trying not to start all of my blogs with 'sorry, I haven't been able to blog...' I know it sounds like an excuse, but I have generally been unable to blog.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">As I have blogged before, not because my favourite nudges from spirit haven't happened, but because I haven't written them down.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The coincidental numbers, animals, crowing birds, wrong telephone numbers and all sorts of amazing messages which have come to me directly, have still carried on. As usual, I have been reminded that the clearer our own channel, the easier it is for us to notice the signs and messages from spirit.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">A lovely poem I have been given. So, to share it with you blogger, here it is:</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Share the Joy</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">by</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">John Ryan</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Each human life's a Universe</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Complete in its own right.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">We hold within the tools we need</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">To help us fight the fight,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">To walk the walk and talk the talk,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Just look within, you'll see</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">That all souls are connected,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">And set your spirit free.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">For once we know the soul lives on,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">When earthly life is done,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">That fear of death just melts away.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Our new life has begun.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Our loved ones wait for us on high,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">They're near us every day.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">We have to pass this message on,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">As we go on our way.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I do this in my daily life,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">And when some people feel</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">There must be something more to life.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">I tell them spirit's real.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">I do it to bring comfort,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">And share my sense of peace.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Belief in life eternal</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Brings all of us release.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The trials of the material world</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Are something we must bear,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">But joy and hope can reach us all,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">That's something we can share.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Please search within to find yourself,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">And you'll find God there too.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">And share the joy with all the world,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">It's what we're here to do.</span><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/ZOpFCL8ZfEQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2017/03/appreciation-and-self-love-are-most.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-24843768842156538072015-05-04T06:40:00.001-07:002015-05-04T06:40:25.967-07:00Do you know where the railway bridge is?<span style="color: blue;">Spring is turning to summer, there are more people on foot at this time of year, which naturally turns to people wondering where they are supposed to be going.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I was happy to offer directions this week, it brings me pleasure to be asked for directions, not just because I feel useful, or because I do enjoy being able to help in whatever small way, and often people are very grateful to have found someone else on foot who can help them on their journey.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">No, I am happy to be of assistance and to be of service, because the meaning I give to being in the right place at the right time reminds me that by being right there, at that time, and being</span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;able to help the person in need puts me in&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">service to God, and my Guardian Angels and spirit guides have gone out of their way to make sure I am where I need to be.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I am also aware that Angels don't always place me just to help the person who is on my path, but to help onlookers, to remind them too that we are all earth angels, here to help each other. If you have been chosen by spirit to be the helper, you have been blessed. If you have been helped by spirit and you are the person being helped, you have been blessed, because your need has provided someone else the opportunity to help and therefore grow spiritually themselves.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">This is why I blog, blogger, dear reader, to inspire others to remember why they are on the planet, to remain alert to ways in which we can be of service to others and to be grateful to have been chosen to make a difference, maybe not just to one person, but to as many people as they are able to reach.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, as coincidence would have it, this week, I was asked for directions to the railway bridge. I am often asked for directions to the railway, to the stairs, to the exit or entrance and this week, it was how to get to the other side of the railway, I pointed out the bridge. The paved road which goes over the railway line, not even a bridge really, more of a linked walkway. But, for arguments sake, I will call it a bridge. Also this week, I had another appointment cancelled because of a traffic jam due to someone jumping off a bridge. The next day my train was cancelled because someone had thrown themselves off a bridge onto the train track. &nbsp;A week for bridges and reminders that sometimes people don't or won't ask for help even when there are people willing and able to help.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/L_I-FHJv6Kg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/05/do-you-know-where-railway-bridge-is.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-86950383810474092862015-04-05T04:46:00.000-07:002015-04-05T04:46:10.513-07:00Knowing me, knowing you<span style="color: blue;">Apologies for beginning my blog with an apology, I know I am supposed to write more, it is in my nature. There have been a few little coincidences, which I didn't make time to blog about and now I fear they have escaped the permanence of being blogged about.</span><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: blue;">What I do remember from recent days? I know I have definitely been asked for directions more than once.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Standing on the corner of a roundabout. Yes, that is a thing. Loads of junctions all culminating in a roundabout at the top, I was on the corner of one of the junctions and a young Eastern European couple walked alongside me, clutching their iphone and looking lost. They had managed to get google map up, and in fairness to them, the depths of Essex isn't really very well signposted. I pointed them in the right direction and bounced off on my journey. A reminder from spirit that I am the person who knows the way. I can't exactly recall the other request for help, I think it may have involved someone pulling over in a car and me knowing where they needed to go.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I have experienced another batch of change this month, not least of which involved more steps towards becoming a qualified counsellor. This involved an interview, a group interview actually, not just me, where the interviewer thought she knew me, or had met me. I tried to explain I get this a lot, but I am not really sure how to explain people having a feeling that they know me, I mean, usually people actually mistake me for someone else, at least this interviewer just thought she had met me before.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I am pretty sure this is spiritual intervention, where angels and spirit guides draw close, bringing people together with a feeling of comfort, belonging and a knowingness that each other's company is familiar and safe.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I know I have never seen her before in my life, the interview was at least 20 miles from home, not an area I have ever been to and our paths have never crossed, but it didn't stop her wondering where she knew me from.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, signing off trying not to promise to blog more frequently, it will only lead to the need to apologise more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tamasin</div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/ULwJP-whT6Y" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/04/knowing-me-knowing-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-1776761993105629132015-03-01T23:35:00.002-08:002015-03-01T23:35:44.634-08:00Not blogging for the sake of it<span style="color: blue;">Well, blogger, here's a turn up. I have stopped feeling a need to apologise for not blogging. I haven't blogged, there's a reason for that. See below the little snippets of my week which I found time to make a note of. See anything remotely worthy of blogging about? Me neither. And that's okay. Forcing myself to blog on a daily basis isn't necessarily going to bring about interesting content. So,I will stop apologising for the lack of blogging and accept that when the Universe wants to deliver something worth writing about, it will.&nbsp;</span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Monday</span></h3><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Job Interview</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Tuesday</span></h3><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Day's training. &nbsp;Working with a young lady called Sherelle her mum's name is Tammy.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />First training screen I looked at had the same name as a woman I am at college with on a Thursday.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue;">Pancake day. Missed pancakes because I was working and although I did have dinner with my son, we didn't have the time to let the food go down and eat pancakes as well!</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Wednesday</span></h3><span style="color: blue;">New Moon, a formal offer of employment, after two days training, which I appear to have got through.&nbsp;</span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Thursday</span></h3><span style="color: blue;">A day off from learning, finding new ways of working. &nbsp;Chinese New Year.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I went for a stroll along the seafront, my favourite place to breath in the sea air and stretch my legs. A white van pulled alongside me on a really steep downward slope heading down to the beach.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I managed to remember to put a smile on my face and switched in to 'helpful' mode.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">A guy was holding a clipboard with a list of addresses on a white A4 sheet of paper.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Do you know where Palmeira Avenue is?' he said.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I said I wasn't sure, I knew it was one of the roads on the right from where we were, but I wasn't sure which road it was.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">He drove off and I saw him take the next right. As I walked closer to the road sign, I realised it was Palmeira Avenue. It was the very next road on the right.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Message I interpreted from the Universe...I am closer to my destination than I think.</span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Friday</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;">A third day of working, Paid working. Not training.</span></div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Saturday</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;">Worked all day. I have nearly forgotten my commitment to positivity. It gets harder the more tired I get.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, my new commitment to blogging is not to bore you with the details of my little life when nothing spiritual jumps out, but to stick to blogging just about the coincidences. I keep putting unemployed angels to work, helping everyone I know. If you feel you need a little help just send a thought up to your Guardian Angel 'please give me the strength I need for ...x.y.z'.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span></div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/LROdEYGGVzw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/03/not-blogging-for-sake-of-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-13734927389749603282015-02-19T01:16:00.000-08:002015-02-19T01:16:27.095-08:00Journal of coincidences/Positive events 9th February 2015<span style="color: blue;">Monday</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue;">Beautiful sunny day, although a bit brisk. A day to let go of stress, a day of healing, stretching, spiritually, being open to all that spirit have to offer. A day for self-reflection and self-awareness.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span> <span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tuesday</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">I went for a long walk. I enjoyed taking up my old hobby of &nbsp;snapping photos of random things which showed up on my path. There were lots of them today, six white doves, yes, six, first time I have seen six white doves, anywhere. Two magpies, a white feather, nowhere near the white doves,one robin, a squirrel (which came right up to close to say hello), three black cats in separate locations, one tabby cat which rolled at my feet and showed me a beautiful, vulnerable tummy. So many lost gloves and hats, I lost count, but I did take snaps just to add to my collection.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I considered going to visit my friend called Ellie, but I changed my mind on the way round there and swerved off to the park to absorb the healing vibrations of fauna and flora. On my way home a lady walking her beautiful, blonde haired labrador stopped for a chat. She spoke about her dog in that loving way only committed dog owners can.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'What's her name?' I was prompted to ask.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;'Ellie' she said.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I had a little chuckle, I did explain that I was going to visit my friend called Ellie but I had changed my mind, I don't think it meant anything to her,but it may have done, often people don't like to admit that they find any significance in coincidence. I also had a chat with the owner of a little brown chocolate dog called Bella. No coincidence involved, but who knows who could show up tomorrow?</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">A wrong number on the telephone. Someone wanting a Mr Dean.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Wednesday</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Went to church, had a lovely time. The medium used the words 'you never know what you are going to get' which is exactly the phrase I had used at a job interview, one where I didn't get the job. Not meant to be. I met a new friend called Jenny who gave me a lift to Iceland and waited patiently while I did a bit of shopping and then proceeded to drive me home to my front door! Thank you Universe for a fabulous lift.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Thursday&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Brings the final week of College, I will be half way through this year's Diploma Course.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The session was smooth and pleasant. I enjoyed the experience. My son called round for dinner. It was lovely to see him.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;">Friday</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />Cars gave way to me, on my pedestrian travels, various cars of different shapes and sizes, some friendly drivers, some waving me on impatiently, but giving way nonetheless.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Saturday</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />Asked for Directions to the Ridgeway. Do I know it? Well, I went for an interview there this week, so, yes, I really do know it. I pointed the young man to the end of the road, told him to turn right at the traffic lights and the road he needed was practically parallel to where we were standing when he asked me. As he headed off I realised there was actually a short cut and a quicker way to get to his destination, so I called him back, I had to shout at the top of my voice, him being a young man he had hoofed off in the direction I sent him. The wind carried my voice and he returned to hear the shortcut version. I continued my journey, reminded I am the person who knows the way.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />Tamasin x</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/Fya5yc2bMDA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/02/journal-of-coincidencespositive-events.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-27294353361906919472015-02-10T01:36:00.001-08:002015-02-10T01:36:14.833-08:00Playing with the universal rules - getting me to the Church on time<span style="color: blue;">Well, I was in a rush, of course, naturally, but I still put the idea 'out there'. &nbsp;I needed to get to Church on time. I haven't been to Church for six months because I have been working on a Wednesday. The Universe conspired to free me up on a Wednesday, &nbsp;I was trying to get to a Church which is roughly a mile and a half away, as well as fit in a damp report, which I was told would take about 30 minutes.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;The damp report guy was due at 1.30pm, the church service began at 2.30pm. Can I rush the damp expert around, hoof it at full speed and get to church on time?&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I put it out there. To the Universe. I attempted to picture the possibility of a speedy damp report, followed by a smooth journey to church, to get me there on time.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The damp expert called, tapped some walls, drew a map of the flat, had a chat. I chatted as little as possible, aware that I was trying to get him in and out in thirty minutes. Then he realised he had made an error in his map drawing. Inwardly groaning, outwardly looking at my watch, I sat patiently, waiting for him to re-draw the plan of the damp walls. Time was ticking.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Another little chat about why I don't do ballroom dancing, no, not my choice of topic of discussion, the damp expert is a regular ballroom king, led to me explaining I may not do ballroom,but I do like to go to church and how I was hoping to get there that afternoon. Guess who offered me a lift? That's right, the damp expert.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">We had a lovely little journey in his car, he shared the coincidence of how he went on holiday from his home in Leigh on Sea to Sorento, only to get chatting in his hotel bar with a guy who also lives in Leigh on Sea.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I enjoyed the coincidence and I thanked the Universe for sending me an unexpected lift to Church.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/nAYBTA0bYgk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/02/playing-with-universal-rules-getting-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-56220209465344003432015-02-09T01:33:00.001-08:002015-02-15T01:38:30.815-08:00Have we met? - my coincidental week<span style="color: blue;">A busy week in the material world, I cannot tell you Blogger, how much information, how many events and how many new people flew through my material experience this week. But, take it from me, there have been a lot. In fact, there have been so many, I just know I have probably forgotten some of the seemingly unimportant coincidences which have happened to me.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">All Week: People Giving Way</span></h3><span style="color: blue;">I have been taking this for granted again, remiss of me. A reminder that the person sitting behind the steering wheel has been prompted by their Guardian Angel to stay sitting in their car for a few moments longer as I go about my business. There are many, many times when people don't give way, cars just fly by, without giving it a thought as to the pedestrians they are driving past. People who have often been walking in the cold, for hours, essential miles to travel, whether it is to collect their children from school,or taking trips to the chemist for medication for sick relatives, or just carrying their shopping home. I never used to really pay attention to people 'giving way', but I have made it a 'thing'. I send love to the person who has stopped and who has paid attention to my walking plight. Although, walking is good for me and I do enjoy a brisk stroll, I need to exercise every day, sometimes, especially when it is raining, or as we have enjoyed more recently, sleeting or snowing, the walking does feel like a bit of a chore. On my travels this week, which hasn't involved any more walking than usual, I have noticed a few cars giving way for me. For this I am grateful.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Monday: Coincidental Words: Keep Smiling</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I do have a history of losing umbrellas, and finding them. Sometimes when least expected, like the time I was walking along in gale force winds, rain stinging my face and an umbrella blew to my feet, literally on my path which I naturally picked up and used as a shield against the wind, it helped a bit. I did send a little sympathetic thought to whoever must have lost their umbrella, but that didn't stop me thanking the Universe/Spirit for bringing me the brolly when I needed it.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Well, this Monday morning I trotted along my local High Street, which isn't quite a High Street, more a Lower Middle Street where a mobility shop has popped up, with brollies in a bucket outside, solid brollies for a quid. I have recently lost my best brolly, although I have managed to hang onto it for a good couple of years, somehow I have managed to lose it, I can only imagine it has been given, by the Universe/Spirit, to someone who needed it more than I did. Seizing the opportunity to replenish my Brolly Stock, I nipped in and picked up a new, black, boring but sturdy, umbrella. I had a joke and a laugh with the guy in the shop 'Keep Smiling' he said to me. &nbsp;I did smile, it was my Dad's favourite saying and my Mum signs her letters off with Keep Smiling. Fabulous. another little reminder there is more going on in the world than meets the eye.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><h3><span style="color: blue;">Tuesday: Coincidental Name and Place</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: blue;">Well, first task on the first day of a different job, receiving an email from someone called Tasmin, about a property in Ditton Court Road. My name is Tamasin, guess where I live?</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Wednesday: Paul Young</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><h3><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue;">I know there is going to be some drama when I hear this name. Don't ask me why, this is just one of those weird anomolies in life. Where did I hear this name this week? Well, it was on the radio, a quiz show, the caller knew the name of the song he was being played, but he couldn't recall the name of the artist. I enjoyed the 'Wherever I lay my Hat' tune again.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">A Wrong Number</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I notice this because it is fun. The landline hardly ever rings, unless of course it is someone trying to sell something. So I was quite surprised to pick the phone up to hear a man's voice 'I don't suppose this is the Portugese restaurant?' I confirmed for him that he is right, this isn't the restaurant, but I can book him a table for 8? We both laugh, a pleasant, makes a change, exchange on the telephone.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><h3><span style="color: blue;">Thursday: Coincidental People</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div></div></h3><h3><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><div><span style="color: blue;">I trotted along to a drama group on Tuesday evening, with a new found friend I am at college with (on a counselling Diploma). I had a lovely time, I sat in a circle and read from a script, written by a young guy called Daniel, another name which often features on my path, I sat next to a man called Darren.We were both reading parts of this script.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">It was about a guy called Rob (there's a surprise) who threatened to shoot himself, amongst a lot of other drama about a girl who didn't want him and I was the person who had to calm him down and try and talk him out of it. Talk about drama mirroring life, or is that vice versa? Whichever. I did have a brother called Rob, and he did actually kill himself.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">As I read the words, I found myself being able to deal with the scenario. I have moved on from my grief. I have actually dealt with the painful feelings. There was a time, not so long ago, when I wouldn't have even been able to read a script like this without feeling upset and some level of distress. I also knew that Daniel had been prompted to write this script, using the name Rob, and I was meant to be in that place at that time to be able to test my strength of emotional well being. I have been shown by spirit that I am in a stronger, healthier place and I have moved on.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Fast forward to Thursday and I was walking through Southend, headed towards a public loo to change into my waterproof boots. I noticed a man walking towards me who looked familiar, we both recognised the connection at the same time. It was Darren again, he was surprised as I was. 160,000 people in this town, and yet our paths crossed in the same week we have met. This is the sort of synchronicity which if you put it into a play or a film, people would find it too unlikely to actually be able to happen.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div></div></h3><h3><span style="color: blue;">Saturday: Being Asked for Directions</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: blue;">My Spiritual nature is kicking back in. I am in touch with my Self. There can be no doubt. Being asked for directions, for me, is confirmation that spirit are in touch, putting me in the right place, at the right time, to be able to be of assistance to someone who doesn't know the way. It has happened again.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">There I was, having just stepped out of the opticians in my new varifocals. Practising, if you will,blogger, practising at walking in my new glasses. Looking down I can't see very far, but if I look up I can see the whites of the eyes of pilots flying overhead. So, I was literally just having a little walkabout, in a street which I wouldn't normally be drawn to, nor would it be part of my regular routine walk.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">A woman walking towards me said</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Can you help me?'</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'I can' I say.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I don't bother with the usually British game of saying stupid things like 'I don't know, can I?' or 'I might'. I know not to play games, especially with people who have the strength to ask for help. I smile at her and I know that I can help her. I can. This is why I help people. Because I can. There is no agenda, there is nothing being asked in return. I just help.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Do you know where the train station is?' She asks in faltering English, but she has a determined nature about her.&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">I say I am headed that way, I will show her, rather than try and explain in English, which she may not wholly understand how she needs to spot the opening for an alleyway, up some stairs, cross a bridge and back on to herself, 200 yards up the road, etc. So I walk her to the stairs and do some arm waving and pointing. I think she got it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">In the meantime I know to find the Other Link. The coincidence between us,or the purpose of her journey. So as we walk, I ask her where she is going in London? &nbsp;She doesn't know the words in English, she cannot remember the names of where she is going. &nbsp;Bit like me, I thought, yes, sums it up nicely. I don't really know where I am going.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Sunday: The Butterfly</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: blue;">I am really enjoying my renewed connection with the Law of Attraction beliefs. I do believe the Law of Attraction is really another way of measuring our faith in Spirit/The Universe. I have been playing with the Universe this week, so I have been expecting the unknown. I was still surprised though, to see a butterfly appear, February 8th, to be exact, not butterfly season, but there it was, in the park, waiting patiently for me to take a photo. I thank the Universe and look forward to coming attractions.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><h3><span style="color: blue;">Sunday: Being Mistaken for Someone Else</span></h3><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I went shopping in Sainsburys. I was meant to ask for cashback but when I got to the till, the operator diverted my attention.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">'Have I served you already today?'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">me: 'Ummm, No'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Till Operator with Stunned Face: 'I served you earlier today?'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">me: 'No' with an imperceptible shake of the head I try and explain that this is definitely my first trip to Sainsburys today. 'Maybe it is my glasses, same glasses?'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Till Op: 'Same glasses, same hair, same face'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">me: 'Oh. There is someone who looks like me?'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Till Op: 'Just like you, and she is around here'</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">me: 'I will look out for her! I probably won't recognise her'&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">We shared a laugh. I went about my daily business feeling less unique, less special, but also, perhaps extraordinary in that I have, yet again, been mistaken for someone else.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">So, blogger, my week has been filled with coincidence,synchronicity,memorable events,both expected and unexpected. I feel very grateful to be aware of these events in my world, knowing that Spirit is nudging me life along, guiding and helping, knowing that none of us are alone in our life experience, all we have to do is notice when Spirit is trying to get our attention or ask something from us.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span></div><h3></h3><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/uytUhY2YOtk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/02/have-we-met-my-coincidental-week.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-81488216606273190792015-01-31T08:57:00.000-08:002015-02-15T01:44:15.878-08:00Paying attention to nature<span style="color: blue;">Another of my favourite past-times is to notice nature, especially living in a built up urban area, to see a squirrel clinging to a tree, followed by a robin on my path, I have attributed both these little creatures to people who have meaning for me. I take their showing up as a sign from spirit, a reminder of these people in my world and I silently send a thought of thanks out into the Universe towards these people.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />So, there I was, walking to work, on the final day of a job I have been doing for six months. Walking through icy rain, sleet, if you will, and paying attention to the icy pavement when a beautiful little robin landed directly on my path, out of nowhere. I thanked my Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides for the reminder and I sent a prayer up to my brother, Robert, in spirit. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />Continuing on my path, I noticed four black crows. Crows, for me, symbolise messengers and good news, particularly of a spiritual nature or spiritual growth. Often, before I experience any massive change in my life I come across four crows. Not three, or five or six or seven, it is usually four. So I took the sign that there will be plenty of changes coming up for me and I am grateful for spirit for bringing these symbols of nature for me to enjoy and interpret.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Thank you Spirit for helping me to be aware of your presence and for allowing me to share the symbols and natural events which help me to balance out the frenetic pace of living in a material world.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/V0ptce80Qq8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/01/paying-attention-to-nature.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-13952612409675112792015-01-23T11:47:00.002-08:002015-02-15T01:40:43.885-08:00Being mistaken for someone else<span style="color: blue;">A bright, sunny January afternoon, walking past the Cliffs Pavilion Theatre in Westcliff. &nbsp;A memorable building for me, I was in exactly that spot when my son phoned me to tell me he had been run over. Yes, he actually had been run over, he was extremely fortunate, no major injuries, nothing life threatening, but a massive shock for him and everyone who heard about the event.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">There I was, really enjoying the winter sun, breathing in the sea air and being grateful for being able to walk along, at my will, freely, as I wished, without being answerable to anyone or anything, you know, generally enjoying being me and there was a little tap on my left shoulder. It is always my left shoulder, the one which is still really painful after a work injury six months ago, the one which is due to have physio some time in the near future.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">A woman in her seventies, pushing a woman in a wheelchair,who had a beautiful furry hat on, sunken down into the chair like an old tortoise.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Beverley...' she said.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I turned and smiled. 'Sorry, no, not Beverley'</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">She apologised. I explained I get that all the time and we fell in step as we walked past the theatre. I said hello to Helena the woman in the wheelchair, due to be 100 next week. She smiled, looked deep into my eyes and reached her gloved hand out to hold mine. I felt strength in her hand grip mine and we held a mutual connection for a few seconds. I marvelled at her giant brown eyes peering out through wizened skin and I felt a hundred years old.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">We had a little chat, about me being mistaken for other people, and we both agreed that now she had been reminded of Beverley, chances are she would now bump into the actual friend, Beverley. We are all aware of this phenomenon aren't we? She said she used to work in a cafe and she would get that a lot, she would think of someone and they would show up in her cafe. We both agreed there is something bigger which brings us both feelings of dread, or good feelings and thoughts of people due in our lives. Neither of us could decide whether it was us thinking of them which brought them in, or them thinking of coming to us, which we picked up in the ether. Either way, I was happy to meet a like-minded person, knowing she has been on the planet for more than quarter of a century longer than me, and Helena over half a century more!</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I am determined to still be smiling when I reach 100.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br />Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">p.s. as I walked home, I noticed a car number plate with the name 'Tom' written on it (my Dad, now in spirit).&nbsp;</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/fhhsXkRQRS0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2015/01/being-mistaken-for-someone-else.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-38130964922653483372014-12-29T10:29:00.000-08:002015-02-15T01:40:29.552-08:00Being asked for directions and a dog called Bob<div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">And so it is, every blog begins with an apology. Sorry, sorry, so sorry. Honestly, sorry not to have been blogging more regularly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">However, there have been a few things which have needed my attention and I have not been afforded the luxury of random musings on the computer. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Although, this is a lie, because I have had the time to be on twitter. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Okay, I will stop lying to myself and you, dear reader. I made a commitment to blog about the coincidences which show up, the ones which bring meaning, to me, personally. I haven’t really done very well with that commitment, in that, every three or four coincidences I remember I haven’t blogged about them!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Again, I can only apologise and just try to recall the coincidences which have happened since the last time I blogged. Now, where was I? Yes, I last blogged about&nbsp; being asked for directions to a place which was meaningful to me, I was asked for directions to the road I was living in when my son was born, 21 years ago. This sort of coincidence makes me happy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">What else have I seen? Well, I saw three black cats, happily sunning themselves, four squirrels and a robin. All of these creatures remind me of spirit and people I know, both past and present.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">One cold day, mid-Christmas, recovering from a nasty bug, I decided to take a walk and fill my lungs with fresh, clear air. As well as wrapping up warm, I do like to keep a smile on my face as much as possible and I am open to having little greeting comments from people I meet on my path.&nbsp; I saw a few people walking their dogs, the dogs clearly enjoying the cold more than their owners, a few people nodded and often their dogs jump up in greeting at me. I wonder whether I have spirit helpers around me the dogs can see and this is why they greet me. I am not particularly a dog person, I prefer cats, but I am aware that dogs can sense so much more than us humans, so I humour the over friendly doggies, in case they are really greeting my guides.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">This fine,cold,crisp day I took a detour along a back lane, walking alongside a brook where an elderly woman was walking towards me with what I can only describe as a tortoiseshell patterned collie. I commented on how pretty she looked. ‘oh, he’s a boy, his name is Bobby’. &nbsp;We exchanged pleasantries and I continued on my journey, holding on to the ‘hello’ I had just received from Spirit.&nbsp; I have a brother in spirit, who used to be known as Robert, but since being in spirit likes to be known as Bob. Yes, I know this sounds crazy to the non-believer or if you haven’t had the experience of losing a loved one yourself, but it is Christmas and I like to think of my bumping into a woman with a dog named Bobby as my Christmas greeting from my brother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">I have also been asked for directions twice this week. Well, technically, only once, to Westcliff Train Station, I gave two young ladies directions to get to the London side of the track and then I realised they may not have been going to London. I did manage to ask them where they were heading and they said Shoebury. I pointed them in the right direction and memories of my time living in Shoebury came flooding back to me. Again, being asked for directions to somewhere I know well. I travelled from Westcliff Station for many years when I used to work in London and I also moved from Westcliff to Shoebury.&nbsp; It is the small coincidences, blogger, like these ones, which keep me going, safe in the knowledge that there is more to life than meets the eye.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">The other ‘asked for directions’ was really more me pointing out to someone where they really needed to be going, without actually being asked. I bumped into an old customer from when I used to work in a charity shop. &nbsp;He used to come into my shop in Basildon looking for second hand toys for his son, I used to knock money off to try and help him out. Anyway, I was walking in Westcliff (nowhere near Basildon) and he was walking down the same street as me, we said Hi and his son, now talking and pointing all by himself, wanted to go into a charity shop. Well, since I know the area really well, I pointed out to him the most child-friendly charity shop, run by The Samaritans in Westcliff, one where I used to volunteer. He was more than happy to take my recommendation and although it isn’t technically asking for directions, if he had known my level of knowledge in charity shops in Westcliff, he most certainly would have asked for my help!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><br /><div style="background: white; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><span style="color: #002060;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/Oupttt2vyqM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/12/being-asked-for-directions-and-dog.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-2211190221494263232014-09-21T01:47:00.001-07:002015-02-15T01:27:59.569-08:00Do you know the way? An inflated balloon and a lost tourist.<span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">21st September. Is it really that time already? Here we are, heading for Autumn, looking for woolly gloves and generally brushing off brollies and cobwebs.&nbsp;</span><br /><div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Well, 2014 has brought un-seasonally warm weather to the United Kingdom. Which has probably helped to increase the number of people who are walking in the sunshine rather than driving.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">I should apologise for not blogging, I should, but I am sure my readers have given up expecting me to blog regularly. Dear Bloggers, a life has ensued. Time has run away with me. However, since the rainy days and longer nights are drawing in, I am sure this will lead to more time spent in front of the computer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Forgive me for digressing. My spiritual journey continues. The signs and coincidences are still around, whenever something meaningful happens, I silently thank spirit and carry on. No need to make a song and dance about it, I am grateful for the gentle nudges from spirit to remind me there is more to life than what we can see, feel and hear. There truly is.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Anyway, you know how I do like to be rewarded by the Universe? Not in a material sense with stuff, but by the little coincidences which I experience remind me that the Universe hasn’t forgotten me and my little world does have a meaning, even in the greater scheme of things.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Well, there I was, walking in the late September sun, actually enjoying walking home despite carrying heavy shopping, when I noticed a woman trying to attract my attention through my earphones. Okay, so I am guilty of this, switching off to the world and disappearing into a musical interlude, which this time involved Billy Ocean. Still, she managed to make eye contact and gesture at me to remove one of my head phones. I smiled at her whilst taking in the whole picture, female, motherly, blonde, sixties, carrying an inflated balloon in a carrier bag. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘I am completely lost now and I don’t suppose you might know where I need to go’. This is actually what she said to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Credit to her, most people who cross my path hardly ever explain their predicament or how they got there or what they need from me, they usually just blurt out...’do you know where....x, y or z ... is?’. So I was a little prepared, more so than usual to find a link to the place she was about to ask me. This is something I have promised myself to practice and improve on. To find the link, the coincidence, my connection to the person who has been drawn to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘I’ll give it a go’ I said ‘Where are you trying to get to?’<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Wilson Road, do you know it?’ she looked helplessly at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">‘Do I know it? It is where I was living when my son was born’. &nbsp;I confirmed, that not only did I know where she was going, but the address held a deep significance for me too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">We both enjoy the link, we have a laugh and I walk with her, heading in that direction, which is about a mile and a half away from where we are. We have a little chat and she tells me she comes from Canary Wharf and is thinking of moving here, I tell her I am an estate agent and I give her my card. &nbsp;My enquirer is heading to the birthday party of an 80 year old lady, who had told her to get off the train at Southend, but no, she hadn’t listened, and someone else had told her to get off at Westcliff, which is how she found herself a mile in the wrong direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">When she stopped me to ask for directions, I thought I was going to be searching for a link, knowing I had a split second to find it, but not this time. This time the link was blatant. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">A blatant blast from the past from the Universe, a reminder not just of one of the most important events in my life, but also a reminder as to how far I have come.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;">Tamasin x<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/2331lYzge5c" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/09/do-you-know-way-inflated-balloon-and.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-8768290487149467722014-05-14T03:32:00.000-07:002014-05-14T03:32:12.195-07:00How Sweet the Yield<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">How Sweet the Yield&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">from</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a Fertile Field</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">The farmer ploughs through</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">the fields of green</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">And the blade of the plough</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">is sharp and keen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">But the seed must be sown</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">to bring forth grain,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">For nothing is born</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">without suffering and pain -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">And God never ploughs&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">in the soul of man</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Without intention</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">and purpose and plan,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">So whenever you feel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">the plough's sharp blade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Let not your heart&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">be sorely afraid</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">For, like the farmer,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">God chooses a field</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">From which He expects</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">an excellent yield -<br />So rejoice though your heart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">is broken in two,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">God seeks to bring forth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a rich harvest in you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">by Helen Steiner Rice</span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/ygYu8bO2r6U" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/05/how-sweet-yield.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-19974917000866735672014-04-10T03:16:00.003-07:002014-04-10T03:16:53.262-07:00'Sorry, I thought you were someone I know'<span style="color: blue;">Walking home from shopping, with the sun behind me, carrying two heavy bags of shopping, wearing my ipod. Not a time to be expecting any personal interactions from passers by, although, I should have learnt by now, there is never a time not to expect the unexpected, it happens so often I should always be expecting a little transaction of some description.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">An older lady walked towards me,smiling and nodding, I smiled and removed an earpiece.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Hi' she said</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Hi' I replied</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Oh, I am so sorry I thought you were someone I know' she was embarrassed and in disbelief that she could have mistaken me for someone else.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'The way you walk, your stature, your hair, you are so similar to someone I know' she tried to explain and kept apologising.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I carried on home, my little trek shortened by the interaction, it gave me something to think about and the message I take from this is that I could so easily be someone else and not to judge anyone else, not even if I have walked two full moons in their moccasins.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/2q-jWezAW8g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/04/sorry-i-thought-you-were-someone-i-know.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-46647741288508934262014-04-10T02:32:00.001-07:002015-02-15T01:23:24.104-08:00Have you got the time?<span style="color: blue;">Hello Blogger,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I feel as if I should apologise for my distinct lack of blogging. I have been remiss, again. Once again, I will try and do better.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">*My Guardian Angel is raising an eyebrow*. Okay, spirit, I know the promise to do better is empty, I may try and do better, but I know I will not always succeed. That is okay, I know I am doing my best and I really cannot do any more than that.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, a few weeks have passed since I blogged. Noticing coincidences is something this sometimes passes me by, or there is such a fleeting recognition, the old cognitive brain function fails to store the information away with enough certainty to be able to blog about it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I have noticed the squirrels and the Robins on my path, I could not really have failed to notice them. Firstly on my way to yet another interview, albeit for a volunteering position, not a paid job, but they were there, not just one Robin, but three Robins, one after the other on three different streets. Yes, I remembered to thank Spirit for the help. I also noticed the white feathers floating down around my Son on his visit home from Uni. A reminder of the spiritual helps me to switch off from the material for long enough to really be there for him during his holidays.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">These coincidences are almost by the by, the reason for my blogging is another phenomenon which seems to be occurring more frequently. I know I have noticed this during the last year, I am not sure I have ever blogged about it, but this last few months people keep asking me the time.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Yes, in the day and age of google and smart phones, people have continued to ask me for something which they should, technically, already have. The time. Have I got the time? I don't know, have I?</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I started noticing it last September (2013) when I started working in retail. I spent some hours working on the fitting rooms, which meant standing next to a phone on the wall, with the time on it. Youngsters working in the shop would often walk past asking me for the time. I recognised that a lot of young people don't wear watches, they don't need to, because they have smart phones, but there are no phones allowed on the shop floor. So, I didn't really think too much of it, until people on the street started doing it:</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Have you got the time?'&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I notice they hardly ever say please or thank you, perhaps this is something which is disappearing with the advent of communicating via IT, Social Media, non-face to face niceties which are no longer valued.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">But there it is. Have you got the time? A reminder that time is precious and to try and make every minute matter.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/POWo5vJfR3k" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/04/have-you-got-time.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-60914785359401686432014-02-12T03:44:00.000-08:002014-02-12T03:44:05.319-08:00Coincidental places. When the small things become significant.<span style="color: blue;">Well, my retail job is my new metaphysical arena for spiritual matters. The ripples I am able to offer, now start from within the sock and underwear department.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Clutching at straws to find coincidences/any form of meaning within the environment? Of course. Is that going to put me off? Definitely not.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">There I was, minding my own business. Dressed from head to foot in black, a sombre reminder of my subserviant position within the hierarchy of retail. My name badge, polished to within an inch of its life. My black shoes, present and correct, my hair tied up and out of reach of some invisible threat which shall not be named, no nail polish, no make up to speak of, there I am, filling fixtures and fittings with rows of thermal long johns. As I stand there, not thinking of anything at all, really, honestly, not having anything on my mind apart from whether I should mess about with the display and a customer comes and stands alongside me.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">She is about my age and she is wondering whether we have any XS black longjohns for her son. She says&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'He is going to Berlin next weekend and apparently it is cold'.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;'Oh, Berlin' I say, jogged back to the present moment, ears pricking up and suddenly the moment has become more interesting for me. I explained&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'My son has just spent a weekend in Berlin, on a 21st birthday celebration weekend, and yes, he said there is snow on the ground'</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">the customer tells me her son is 13, we measure up a S black longjohn against her height and decide they will be small enough. The customer tells me her son is going to stay with her sister, so at least she hasn't got to worry about him being fed. I tell her my son spent a weekend eating Frankfurthers and Dunkin' Do-nuts. She find this most amusing.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">This, blogger, this is my new form of treating my personal interactions as precious. The link with a stranger and yet we have coincidental places in common.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/uut35oEIU0M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/02/coincidental-places-when-small-things.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-34579873939596851432014-01-30T02:05:00.000-08:002015-02-15T01:46:17.501-08:00Do you know of a printer who is open on a Saturday?<span style="color: blue;">2013 ended and 2014 began, I gave up blogging. There have been a few reasons for this, firstly, my son came home from Uni and hogged the ethernet cable for the best part of four weeks, secondly, I have been busy working in retail and thirdly, I just couldn't be bothered.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, here I am again, renewing my typing and writing ability, flexing my creative muscles as I put words on paper. Although, not really paper, clearly, but with the Sun in Aquarius, the second New Moon on the month (otherwise known as the Black Moon) and the Chinese Year of the Horse urging me to start again, I feel a need to pick up the challenge of writing regularly.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Just because I haven't blogged, doesn't mean I haven't been asked for directions, or found myself in a position of learning new things from people with similar names, the same old patterns have shown up, I have learnt from them, I have moved on. But, not blogging about them at the time, does mean I tend to forget them. They show up, events in life, people, phrases, people, places and by not blogging, they are gone, a distant memory with no record.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I can only apologise for this, being remiss at recording all the little details which keep me going over the years. I was also prompted to blog because someone asked me for directions the other day. A woman pulled over in her car, outside the spiritualist church in my road, and called out&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Do you know of a printer's open on a Saturday?'.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Yes, of course I do. She was Irish, with no knowledge of this area. I set her off in the right direction.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">How did I know which printer was open on a Saturday? Because I used to be their Avon lady and I also used to buy my paper from them when I worked from home typing for my old boss.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Yes, again, I have been asked for directions to a place I not only know where it is, I am also familiar with it on a &nbsp;personal level.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Since I haven't been in the mode of linking with spiritual matters or connecting with nature in any form (working in materialistic retail over Christmas has that effect), I will forgive myself for not delving further and finding out what her reason for going there was.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">This is my little challenge to myself, to take one step further, not just to let people know where they are going, but to try and link our journeys together by finding the coincidence which has brought them to cross my path. This is not as easy to do as it is to write.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/siw32R_UMLg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2014/01/being-asked-for-directions-and-renewing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-12525488267511865882013-12-03T01:08:00.002-08:002015-02-15T01:47:30.160-08:00Being asked for Directions - twice in one week, do you know where the University is? where is Leigh Broadway?<span style="color: blue;">Hello friends,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">With the advent of Sat Nav and most people having smart phones with access to the internet, it gives even more meaning to my little game of 'Being Asked for Directions'.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Here's how it works. I am strolling along, usually minding my own business, when someone asks me for directions, usually to somewhere I know really well. Although I admit, I have been guilty of getting involved with people when I see them looking confused at a map. But no, not this week. This week I am having a few changes of my own. There has been a new experience of volunteering in an English class. English for speakers of other languages. I was invited to the adult community college to volunteer to help with a group of people who have English as their second language. I printed off the instructions, there was a list of training courses set out which I need to go through, mainly from 10am - 12 noon. My head was full of the questions surrounding my availability to attend the training, working in retail, Christmas being the busiest time of year and somehow I read the email wrong. I was meant to be there at 9am until 11am! &nbsp;Eeek. &nbsp;I noticed at 8.30am. It is an hour walk away. I rushed out of the door and put my best foot forward.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, when I say I was minding my own business, this week, I really was. I was on a street I wouldn't normally be on, at a time when I wasn't meant to be there and a middle aged woman accompanied by a teenager approached me.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I smiled at her and her daughter, I have been asked for directions so many times, I recognise the signs, it also feels like Spirit knocking at the door of my life. Her teenager smiled back, I have discovered youngsters are far more likely to respond to positive facial expression from strangers than their older counterparts.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Do you know where the University is?' she asked.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;I consider myself a master of small talk, working in Sales for years I have learnt the art of never directly saying No to a customer, if they ask for an item we haven't got in stock, I am capable of engaging people in small talk and swerving them onto a purchase of something they didn't even know they needed. But when it comes to being approached, unexpectedly, when I am in the middle of something else, I am finding it really difficult to keep my own promise to myself that I will engage in conversation and try and find the link or the reason why a person wants to go to their destination of choice. It is a little game I am trying to play, and somehow I am still not managing it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, the University. Do I know where it is? Why, yes, of course, I go there every Friday. I point her in the right direction, I tell her that around the next corner is the massive building that is The University.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">We are standing in front of the student accommodation, which is affectionately known as the Lego building due to the brightly coloured blocks of bricks which does make it look as if it has been thrown together by a toddler.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;'Does it look like that?' she asks, pointing at the lego building.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">'No, it doesn't look like the lego building' I tell her.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The teenager laughs, this is clearly the first time she has heard the lego reference. I realise they are probably going to need a little more description to get them to the University, so I give explicit instructions, about turning left, walking past the pub on the right and walking through the car free zone that will lead to the University.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;As they walk away I remember to tell them to enjoy the University. I am guessing they forgot to say thanks, &nbsp;but I understand. It is 9 am, everyone is busy, with minds full of life, places, people, places to go, people to see. &nbsp;But, I enjoy being asked for directions, it reminds me I am the person who knows the way, so I carry on. My indecision as to whether I should bother going to the volunteering because I was going to be an hour late, thereby missing half the lesson, or to turn up late. I knew I was in the right place at the right time to help someone, so I carried on. I loved the volunteering and I will definitely be doing it again.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The next day I was walking back from the shops, in the cold, feeling dejected and a little miserable (I really dislike carrying shopping in the cold weather) when a car pulled up next to me. Smiling on the inside I shared a joke with the elderly couple who wanted to know where Leigh Broadway was, they were facing the wrong way entirely. I turned them round and pointed them in the right direction.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">My day was lifted and the shopping felt a little lighter.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/2zRVpLFQslQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/12/being-asked-for-directions-twice-in-one.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-29467738086604367392013-11-07T01:10:00.003-08:002014-04-10T03:17:35.507-07:00Being mistaken for someone else<span style="color: blue;">October has flown by as quick as a flash. If I don't blog about the coincidentals when they happen, I am guilty of forgetting them! I have noticed the more you pay attention to the coincidences, the more frequently they seem to show up.</span><br /><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">This could be the Law of Attraction at work, if there is such a thing. It does certainly seem to work for coincidences and the little events I notice in my life. You know, getting a wrong number on my phone, at home or on my mobile. Has that happened this week? Yes, it has, but at work. Someone called me by accident. It didn't feel special, there was no message meant directly for me. Sometimes a wrong number is just that. A wrong number.What else happened? Oh yes, being mistaken for someone else. Yes, that is quite a reminder of how similar we all are.There I was, strolling into church. I was outside the church, still on the pavement and an older gentleman walked towards me smiling as if he knew me. I had to confess I didn't know where I knew him from? He apologised, he thought I was his cousin. We both had a little chuckle and I went off to church.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">I enjoyed the church meeting, I had a lovely message and the medium was very clear in her approach to giving messages.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Have I been asked for directions this week? No. Have I had any synchronicity which feels like more than a set of circumstances which just happen to have come about? No. Have I had people with the same name show up? Yes. I am now working with three young women at work, all named Amy. Two Aimees and one Amy. There must be something I am due to learn. People called Amy have been showing up in my world for nearly a year now. I will pay attention and see what I am supposed to be learning from the experience.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span></div><div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/JZpXV7ToZsE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/11/being-mistaken-for-someone-else.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-18586578040106860462013-10-17T01:33:00.002-07:002015-02-15T01:29:19.502-08:00Being asked for directions and a kitten called Bob.<span style="color: blue;">Hello Blogger,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I had promised myself to blog about all the little synchronicities which show up in my world, unfortunately, I haven't had time to put words together. So, I will do my best to get back into the habit of recording the little coincidental events which form the patterns of my life. I am going to attempt to recall the things which have gone on over the last couple of week.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Well, I have been asked for directions, as usual, this happens when I am least expecting it. Although, the amount of times it happens you would think I would be used to it by now. As I was walking along Southend High Street, a guy who had just walked down from the train station asked me where Superdrug was. I pointed it out. He also asked me where Luker Road was. I told him. Yes, of course I knew where Luker Road was, I had a letter from the college arrive on my doormat that very morning, I had paid attention to the address, not really knowing why, until the guy asked me for directions. Ah! It feels like a penny dropping. The information came my way, at the right time, to be able to help the person whose path I crossed.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Do you know, maybe I will start taking pictures of people who ask me for directions, just to build up a little montage. Bearing in mind we live in the age of google and smart phones, it is becoming even less likely for people to need to ask for directions, but here I am, still being the person who knows the way. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Who else asked me for directions? Oh yes, I was walking through the shopping centre car park on &nbsp;my way to work on Sunday morning. A young man was faced with a closed shop. A lot of the shops don't open until 11am. Did I know how he could get into the shopping centre? Yes, of course I did, we both walked through the walk way, out of the building, round a couple of railings and back through the only open door.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">This is my way, blogger, being in the right place at the right time to be able to help someone else.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Coincidental names which have shown up? Well, I work with someone who has two new kittens, after losing two of his cats to untimely deaths in one week. One of the kittens has been named Bob! I also visited a friend working in her cafe, as I walked in the song 'Tammy's in Love' was playing on the radio. (Tammy, short for Tamasin).</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/HfdHxArmoQE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/10/being-asked-for-directions-and-kitten.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-20917910946363629892013-09-25T01:05:00.000-07:002015-02-15T01:41:30.666-08:00Being asked for directions and a chicken called Daisy<span style="color: blue;">It is the little things which keep me going blogger. You know, the little patterns in my life which I have given meaning to and they show up when I need them the most.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The things like...being asked for directions, being called the wrong name, having a wrong number dialled on my phone, those little things which remind me of spiritual matters. Well, this has been a challenging week insofar as there has been a big gaping hole where my career/studies ought to be and I have been walking in circles.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, I was pleased to have a wrong number on my phone. A little reminder I haven't been forgotten by the Universe. Walking to work on a Saturday afternoon, feeling uncertain as to whether I would be on the refund counter and how I would get on at work when a man stumbled towards me, he was wearing a karate outfit on one of the hottest days ever recorded in September, he asked me for directions. He wanted to know where a road was at least two miles away, did I know it? Yes, I did, I offered him directions and the interaction lifted my spirits.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I didn't manage the next stage of the interaction. I have promised myself to always enter into conversation with anyone asking me for directions, you know, so we can uncover any further link between us or between their reason for visiting a place I know well. But, as I say, I was on my way to work and my thoughts and feelings weren't in the best place to be thinking of coincidental matters. So, I gave him directions and went on my way. I headed to work, I had a challenging afternoon and one of the big bosses came down for a day visit. Everyone at work was on their best behaviour. Turns out, the big boss recognised me as someone he has seen at Westcliff Casino! &nbsp;Bearing in mind I haven't been down there for over a year, I was really amazed that he would remember me. It also made my afternoon a little easier.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Scroll forward a few days and I find myself sitting in the Spiritualist Church, on the Wednesday afternoon. Yes, I got a message, the medium gave me the name Mary, and a painting. I explained that I had been in this month's edition of Spirit and Destiny, having been given the honour of a free psychic artist experience, Patrick Gamble had painted a picture of my mum's Gran, I believe, who was called Mary, I always get her confused with my Gran, and my Dad also had a Gran called Mary. The reason I get confused with these women in spirit is because I didn't have a lot of information about them as I was growing up, I just know that there are two women in spirit who are both called Mary, one is my mum's gran and the other could be my dad's mum or his gran, I am not sure. I am sure about the painting though and I enjoyed the message from the medium. I also had a conversation with a woman in church about her recent loss, it reminded me of the Counselling class I used to be part of. I studied Basic Counselling,Intermediate Counselling and Foundation Counselling. Yes, maybe this is a path I should continue? &nbsp;I committed to finding out about the course. It would take another two years, it is a long journey to step out onto, but, really, after a degree with the Open University which took years, what is another two years? I have committed to being a lifelong learner, so what is there to lose? &nbsp;I made the necessary enquiries and found myself sitting in Basildon College reception, waiting for the course leader to return from lunch.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Naturally I struck up conversation with another woman, also waiting. I wondered if we were waiting for the same person? No, she said she was waiting for Robert. I told her she had reminded me of my brother Robert, in Spirit, we both acknowledged the coincidence, which for me, obviously, holds personal meaning.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Off I went, to interview for the course, followed by an enrolment with a team of admin people in Basildon, ten miles from &nbsp;my home town of Southend, where the course is actually held. The young lady who took my form exclaimed 'You live in my road'. Yes, ten miles from home, I found myself having the admin for my counselling course carried out by one of my neighbours. Turns out, the young lady lives in the house with the chickens, three doors down the road from where I live. I usually stop and chat with her mum about Daisy the chicken and I always say hello when we pass in the street. It really is such a small world, but the coincidence was one of those times which just confirms for me that I am in the right place at the right time.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">p.s. I have met two people called Jane this week. Two new people in my world and they are both called Jane.</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/9gf43CuopCs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/09/being-asked-for-directions-and-chicken.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-5999157346213964552013-09-17T04:14:00.001-07:002015-02-15T01:35:54.600-08:00Reading tea leaves for people with coincidental names<span style="color: blue;">I had a bad day, then I had another bad day, followed by a third bad day. In a row. Three in a row blogger. Fortunately, I then had a day of rest, a day to do whatever I wanted. Hoorah! So I decided to head out for a bit of exercise, fresh air, a commune with nature in Belfairs Park. Which was wonderful, even the rain could not deter me from enjoying my freedom. I nipped into a little cafe on my way home. Turns out I knew the owner, she used to be a customer of mine when I was working as an Assistant Manager for the PDSA retail shop. She has set up her own cafe, a little step back in time, back to the good old days of a tea shop where you can sit and chat with the owner. It is lovely. Her name is Leeana, which not only is unusual but is also very similar to a good friend of mine, Leanna. I note the coincidence but I don't mention it, I just pay attention.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">While I was there I read her tea leaves, I had a little chat with a couple of her customers, neither of whom had ever had their tea leaves read. One of the customers also had a bad back so I demonstrated healing for him by giving him a little Reiki. &nbsp;I always ask people their name, it really shouldn't have been of any surprise to me that his name was Robert. I am reminded of my brother in spirit and I offer up silent thanks for bringing me to this little cafe, where my efforts at tea leaf reading are appreciated.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/46v-U_wORP0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/09/reading-tea-leaves-for-people-with.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-2696173923614944752013-09-16T03:22:00.001-07:002015-02-15T01:24:08.616-08:00The down town Tom Toms.<span style="color: blue;">There I was, wrapped up in the middle of such a material, down to earth job, that any thoughts of spiritual matters really weren't on my agenda. I was working in retail, for Primark, an hour on the returns desk, followed by a stint on the fitting rooms and helping on the returns desk if a queue built up. So, I had a lot on my mind. A young man went into the changing room, his mum said she was tired and wondered where the seat had gone from outside the fitting rooms. Yes, last week there had been a nice seat for people to rest on, but not this week, no, this week the chair has been moved to the shoe section for people to sit on while they try shoes on. I wasn't using my chair, just wasting away behind the fitting room counter because I was busy flitting between two jobs. The mum of a young man took up my offer and plonked herself on my chair. She was a little older than myself &nbsp;and I left her resting as I was called away to the returns desk.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">After dealing with a few exchanges and returns I went back to the fitting room desk to find not one mum but two, another lady had joined the first one and her teenager was also trying clothes on. She called out to her son 'Tom, how do they look?'. &nbsp;I laughed. I told her my Dad was called Tom,</span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;I explained I was going to be called Thomasina, but my mum put her foot down, one of the women said they called their son Thomasina when he was small because he was such a diva!</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The first mum said 'Well, you have got two Toms now, next to each other in the fitting rooms'. They both had sons called Tom, getting changed, at the same time, in my fitting room. &nbsp;Turns out these women were also both born in 1960.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">We all enjoyed a good laugh and I shared with them the fact that I blog about coincidences, names, events, places and the idea that we live in a town of 160,000 people, what are the the chances of two Toms crossing my path at the same time. Turns out one of the women is also a Registrar and she also finds it fascinating the coincidences that she sees in her job of births, deaths and marriages, the coincidental names and dates that seem to weave a pattern through everyday lives.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hearing of these two Tom Toms not only reminded me of my Dad, Tom, in spirit, it also reminded me of Spirit, and also a little thought about Tom Toms, I just recalled my Dad used to say the jungle drums are beating, when he was talking about people having a gossip or some news on the grapevine. So, I perked my ears up for some news and I vowed not to get involved in any gossip at the new job.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">The coincidence lightened my afternoon and reminded me that I am not alone. People in spirit are always with us, around us, helping and loving us from spirit.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/WZRtiTG9-28" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-down-town-tom-toms.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-21479364186648859672013-09-05T12:44:00.002-07:002015-02-15T01:40:56.383-08:00Coincidental people<span style="color: blue;">Coincidence makes the world go round. Well, it helps my little world go round. It is the small things which keep me going. I share these little things with you, dear blog reader, in an attempt to keep a record of the events. So many little events and coincidences happen, they are easily dismissed and forgotten. This little blog serves as a reminder of the daily events which keep me going.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">This has been quite a big week for me, starting a new job, working in a retail shop and also taking steps towards becoming a teacher of English to speakers of a language other than English. Trust me on this blogger, it isn't easy.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I spoke to a woman on the phone about the retail job, she invited me for interview. I interviewed with someone else, I got the job. The first woman I spoke to was the person who organised my induction dates and had me installed at work. I have never met her in person, I was just grateful for the opportunity. The very same week I found myself queueing at the College for information about a course I need to qualify myself for the teaching. Standing behind a woman dressed in black, a uniform if you will, as she turned I noticed she still had her identity badge from work on her blouse. Yes, of course, the name rang a bell and I introduced myself. &nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">The woman I have been speaking to on the phone for the past couple of weeks about working in a retail shop had materialised in front of me at college.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Some people are meant to cross our paths, and I have a feeling this particularly lady is one of those. Or is it, that I am meant to be crossing her path?&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">So, that was one thing. Then on my first Sunday at work, in the mens' fitting rooms, a young lady asked me if I knew if we sold three quarter length trousers for men. You know, summery clothing. I had to confirm for her that no, we have moved into the autumn range now but the conversation did lead to her telling me how she was off to Thailand with her boyfriend for six months, they have both just qualified as English as a Foreign Language teachers. Lovely. I enjoyed the coincidence.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/o7u8_tvz46I" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0United Kingdom51.52241608253253 0.71411132812551.205940082532528 0.068664328125000007 51.838892082532531 1.3595583281249999http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/09/coincidental-people.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-87691452812581791712013-08-31T01:05:00.002-07:002013-08-31T01:05:46.538-07:00Being asked for directions<span style="color: blue;">There I was, minding my own business, as is my way Blogger, you know this is always the way when someone asks me for directions. On this day particularly, my birthday, there I was, restricted for time, having been offered a job due to begin the next day and I &nbsp;needed to buy a black blouse for work, with birthday plans hovering around on my calendar, I was trying to fit in a shopping trip amongst my birthday celebrations.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">It was really hot, it usually is at the end of August, and I was really flustered, being time constrained, when a woman pulled over in her car, as I was walking along Crowstone Road, she said&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Do you know the way to Valkyrie Road?'&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Yes, of course I did, I turned her round, next junction, first left, and it was at the end of the road.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Yes, I knew Valkyrie Road, it is the road with the Homeless Hostel, the Harp Centre, where I used to volunteer. Being asked for directions slowed me down and reminded me of my mission to call into the charity shop where I was going to be volunteering on the Friday, but now I was to be starting my new job. It also reminded me to be as spiritual as I could manage, which is much harder when there is a time shortage. So I slowed down. I breathed a little deeper and I headed through Westcliff towards the Samaritan charity shop. As I was crossing Ditton Court Road, another person asked me for directions. Twice in one day!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">A young man walking up from the Station called out to me</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">'Excuse me, do you know where the Plough Pub is?' he asked politely. &nbsp;Yes, of course I know the Plough Pub, it is at the top of Valkyrie Road and the first left.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">I smiled to myself. A little acknowledgement from Spirit of my birthday. Being asked for directions twice on the same day.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lovely. I did call in to the charity shop to apologise for not being able to make it on Friday, while I was there I found a perfect black blouse, ideal for work. Obviously, it needs washing before I can actually wear it, but it was a right place, right time, type of bargain.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/YSQKK-XSg6w" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/08/being-asked-for-directions.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988495537936067036.post-36380535506435988612013-08-24T02:32:00.002-07:002015-02-15T01:24:40.262-08:00Tom's Shoes<div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;">There isn't anything anybody wants that is for any other reason than that they think they would feel better in having it.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;">---Abraham</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: blue;">Yes, this is true. Of course. I can still hear people saying 'But I WOULD feel better it I had....x,y,z'. Yes, I agree. The Law of Attraction message seems to be, feel better anyway and see if you still want it. Or, you can feel better anyway whether you have whatever you want or not. Or finally, the key to the Law of Attraction...feel better and you can attract what you want. &nbsp;*Suspend disbelief at this point*. What harm can there be in trying it? At the very least, you will feel better.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: blue;">So, yesterday, having a little browse on twitter, I was mentioned in someone else's automatic paper. That is how it works on twitter, you can retweet an article and the computer will pick that article up and then you get the mention. Out of curiosity, I just wondered which of my tweets had made it to a digital paper, so I clicked the paper.li link. Where did it lead me? To an advert for Toms Shoes. A lovely little loafer with embroidery and pretty patterns. Yes, I like the shoes, of course, but I preferred the coincidence of Toms Shoes more.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: blue;">My dad was called Tom and I often wonder what it was like to walk in his shoes, and how similar my path is to his.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: blue;">Lots of love and light to everyone who needs it.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: blue;">Tamasin x</span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeOfASpiritWriter/~4/21Pdc7-DEUc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Tamasin Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061884271420296075noreply@blogger.com0http://lifeofaspiritwriter.blogspot.com/2013/08/toms-shoes.html